Chapter 395 White Cat Fights Mutant Rat

Although his expression was calm, there was something strange in the house cat's heart.

He didn't understand why this creature looked familiar, and he had the urge to rush down and bite the creature's neck off, but this impulse was suppressed by the white cat.

The biggest reason is that it can't be beaten at all.

Although there was a surge of power in his blood, his whole body began to feel hot, and he wanted to start some killing behaviors, such as the creature in front of him. She wanted to tear this creature into pieces.

At the moment when the mutant rat rushed over, the white cat finally saw the mutant rat's appearance clearly, and he was even more surprised. The mutant cat didn't understand why a rat that he usually regarded as prey could grow so big.

The size is even more than twice his size. Under this size, he still has the strength to fight, but now his body doesn't know why, and there are waves of tingling sensations. This feeling makes the white cat know Fighting by yourself now is not the best choice.

So he chose to restrain himself and stood on the tree quietly watching the mutant rats rush over. Because in the white cat's impression, the mutant rats could not climb trees, so he felt a little confident.

However, the moment the mutant rat rushed over, it jumped several meters high. This made the white cat even more sure that this mutant rat was not as simple as the kind of mouse he usually saw.

The moment the mutant mouse jumped up, it stretched out its claws and clawed at the tree trunk. In the mutant cat's surprised eyes, the mutant mouse's claws actually penetrated the tree trunk.

To be precise, his claws scratched through the trunk of the tree, and the old bark like a dead tree kept falling off, revealing the white trunk inside.

The tree trunk was washed by the rain, and sewage flowed downward continuously. It was the soil on the paws of the mutated rat. The soil washed over the white trunk body, making it look a little dirty.

However, the mutant rat ignored it, and instead pulled out a paw forcefully, and then prepared to climb up, because he had seen that he had reached a distance of four or five meters from the trunk of the tree.

At this distance, he felt that he could climb up, and he did not find that his claws had become extremely sharp. Under this change, his ability would also change, giving him a feeling that he could The feeling of climbing a tree.

Prompted by this powerful feeling, the mutant rat pulled out a paw stuck on the tree trunk and grabbed it to the door. The moment the mutant rat stretched out its paw, he discovered a problem.

The mutant mouse found that his claws could not climb tree trunks like cats, because although his claws were sharp, the claws of the mutant mouse were straight and not curved like cats.

This created an embarrassing situation. His paws could only poke forward. That means that if the mutant rat wanted to climb up, it could only stand upright and climb up at a 90-degree right angle to the tree trunk. .

In that case, his claws will support the weight of his entire body. If his body bends downward, his claws will be bent at 90 degrees.

In that position, the mutant rat did not doubt that his claws would be broken by himself, so he tried it. After feeling severe pain in his paws, the mutant rat finally gave up this somewhat stupid behavior.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

The mutated rat made a sound like the harsh noise of glass rubbing, and its body also

Seeing his situation, the white cat suddenly felt relieved, because for cats, it would definitely be a tragedy if they were killed by their own prey.

So when the mutated mouse climbed up, the white cat had already made the intention to leave the tree trunk, but it was too dangerous below. He saw many mutated creatures, um, walking through the grass.

After finally escaping from the pursuit of those creatures, when he came here, he found his natural prey, but he turned against the enemy and came to hunt him. Under the tangle of consciousness, he wanted to leave here, but his pride gave him the chance. Break, you can't run away just because your prey is strong.

If the white cat escapes, the shadow caused by the mutant rat will always be with him. Although it is a bit unsightly to hide in the tree now, the mutant rat is really helpless, which makes the white cat feel a little comforted.

At this time, the white cat suddenly felt that the pain in his body became more serious. He kept twisting his body on the thick tree trunk, and screamed in pain.

"Meow meow!"

The screams coming from the white cat's mouth were like melodious songs, penetrating the heavy rain on a rainy night and spreading into the distance.

Seeing this situation, the mutant rat below became even more restless. It was obvious that his natural enemy had become extremely weak at this moment, and his size was not as good as his.

In front of this delicious food that was easily available, he could not climb up. In an instant, the mutant rat became very angry. The frustration and anger he had just chased the wild rabbit. He originally wanted to vent his frustration and anger on this white cat, but he could not climb up. Climbing up the tree, an invisible anger made the mutant rat roar angrily.

Although the voice was extremely unpleasant, a few penetrating words condensed the artistic roar and the painful screams of the mutated white cat into a more heart-wrenching voice that kept echoing through the woods.

At this time, Luna was walking through the trees. Luna didn't know what she was looking for. The sudden heavy rain made him feel a little irritable.

At the same time, there was also a lot of physical discomfort. Although Luna's body shape had not changed, the faint tingling sensation on her body made Luna feel a little irritable.

It made his already cold eyes become even more chilling, but this emotion could indeed control Luna's actions and behavior, so he tried his best to restrain this thought in his heart.

Just like just now, she wanted to kill the mutant weasel directly, but suddenly Luna realized that if he continued to kill like this, he might become even more violent during the killing and eventually lose himself. Thought, becomes a killing beast.

Every time he thought that he would become that kind of ruthless killing beast, a face would appear in Luna's mind. That face was a person he didn't like very much, but it seemed like he was his master.

This face became blurred in the heavy rain, and became a bit ethereal when his body changed, but vaguely at the moment when his nerves and soul were about to lose control,